Signal-Copiahan. (Hazlehurst, Copiah County, Miss.) 1885-1888, 1887-11-24
. ...n much admired by women.

elusive heightened his social v,.luc
He felt that hc had never lived before
this evening. The easy grace of The
mother and daughters. the humor. the
music, the charming conversation cn'
thrallcd him. Whom Fulton rose TO e
Edwards was surprised. Casually h,
mentioned his errand. He was glad
to find the ladies favored the project.
Only" they said. ''you must not ex'
pcct our Critic to give up its name"
1--WE will see tomorrow, laughed
Edwards, "aflcr q consultation will
the chief cook.
"Wcll." said Fulton. when they had
walked square, "what do you think
of ihcm?"
Edwards was not smoking. He was
quiet and thoughtful. He turned to
Fulton and said. gravcly: "Fulton.
they are family of angels. I've
known nice women, but none that
compare with these. see now where
their brother gets his dclicacy and re.
fined notions. No wonder he has a
clean sanctum.
Two hours later Edward said to his
friend, who was half asleep: Say,
George. have you any claim OIL either
of those girls?"
NO." murmured Fulton, slcepily;
Fam thinking of prcempting the
youngest though. Go TO sleep"
"Wcll. then. rs sure as my name is
Edwards" John was half soliloquiz-
ing. "hcrs shall be Edwards. too
"Whosc?" cnergetically asked his
friend, turning over in bed, ",hc
youngcstP"
mo. the other one"
"Oh. 60 to sleep then. and don't
bother nc with your maunderings."
If Edwards did go to sleep, it was
not until some very decisive plans had
been formed which. for The time being,
drove the newspaper consolidation en-
tircly into the background
1t was not nine o'clock when he pre-
scented himself ut the sanctum tho mex,
morning An Office boy was busting
It and had the windows raised. Ell
ward smiled rs he surveyed it. He
walked to the desk, on which stood a
vase of flowers. fresh the day be-
fore. A pile of lcttcr-hcads with New
ton Weekly Critic. NJ. w. Irving, cd
itor," printed at the top. lay on the
desk Instinctivcly he threw his cigar
away. The very air of the place said
mo smoking allowed" He was in
tent on his admiring examination
when there was step on the stair and
n lady entered with n bouquet in her
hand.
"Ah. Miss Irvingr' and Edwards
stepped forward to greet her ~ she
sank into large chair. ''You fill the
editorial chair very WELL"
As to draperics, yes" she laughed.
But when am I to see this very cx-
elusive NJ. w. Irving, your brother? !
have not many more hours in this
pleasant loitcring-placc."
Miss Irving looked archly at him.
Have you not guessed that NJ w.
Irving is-mysclfp Mary Washington
Irving. They had to get our distilt-
guished relatives name in some
where" She paused and looked ut
Edwards. An expression of almost
pitiful pcrplcxity was on his face.
But" he gaspcd, 'your brother.
the editor"
II am the editor" she said, quietly,
disliking to laugh at him in his en-
barrassmcnt. at was your own mis-
take, Mr.. Edwards. and it was 50
funny that Mr. Fulton and all Of us let
II 60 on. You will pardon us"
But Mr.. Edwards had withdrawn
with a hasty bow. He wanted time
and air. He finally concluded TO re-
main until the evening train, and Il
boy from the hotel bore to the sanctun
of the Newton Critic missive saying
that ut three of the clock on that bright
September afternoon Mr. John Ell
wards would present himself ut the
Irving mansion. 1t was sudden. but
love often is. After several hours of
tctc .a-tetc. Mr.. Edwards and Miss
Irving joined the family gtoup, of
whom Fulton made one.
Gentlemen and ladies'" and Ed.
wards led Miss Irving to her mother.
"a consolidation has been effected on
most favorable terms"
Smiles and congratulations went
around. 1t seemed to been under
stood from the beginning.
(Which is it to be, Critic or Jour.
nag" questioned Fulton.
IL bow to her in that" answered
Edwards. 1T is to be Critic, but she
has promised not to be rs tenacious OF
her own name"
Irving is too historic name to
n 4 4.